Die

[Intro:] Ya-uh Yeah Slum Shit Yeah [Verse 1:] What you mean you don't like my shit? Well, it's obvious that you don't have no taste and your opinions suck And I don't expect to be everybody cup of tea But don't act like I ain't killing everything I touch I crush every record I'm on So holla if you wanna get a feature while the price is right See I try to be friendly, the MC's offend me And now it's time for y'all to kiss the nice guy good bye Besides, everyone hanging around me is a big shot When is it appropriate for me to act like one? I try to be humble among you motherfuckas But some of you frontin' really lookin' mad I won And done what I done already it's barely begun It's scary cause everyone's wary and they say when I come Wearin' my hair like it's hilarious tell me what's funny They running when they see me drunk and my gun Dumpin' they know they're gonna die... [Hook:] Die Haters step aside, they wanna fuck with me I swear to God, I’ll kill 'em 'til they show respect, or not And everybody’s gonna Die Dead, shedding blood I got the grave digger diggin' ya plot I got ya body rottin' deep in the ground Cause everybody gonna Die [Verse 2:] I'm not used to this music shit I guess that I'm cut from a different cloth Photographers, bloggers, producer pricks And musicians as a whole are starting to piss me off Not all, just some of them rub me wrong Is it possible that everyone's an entrepreneur? Talking to you like they a Hollywood star And you should be lucky that they even let you get your foot in the door All I hear a ear full of manure I don't know them much more I can't ignore it, they just trying too hard To be cool, and cuttin edge and wiggle they fucking dreads I feel like I'm surrounded by dorks and corn balls galore Does anybody know I'm up? I'm torn I'm going off on 'em and I'm continuing the manure Maybe I should have my boys tie 'em up with the phone cord At gun point and tell em hit the floor Cause everybody gon' die [Hook:] [Verse 3:] It's Johnny Valiant: the head turner I turned to a head hunter I bet if I met - one of your girls I got head from her And came on the bed comforter and she didn't swallow it I zipped up my denims and then I gave her a fake number And told her to "Hit me up, it's totally cool ho," My homie co-signed me so I came in and bull-dozed My way in the industry any rapper offended And wanna test me let me know I'll get to cover ya tombstone I cock away all the way pull my weapon and draw Homie by the way, I don't play, disrespect me I brawl Take your life away by the way I'm as deadly as Saw I'll prolly be a killer 'til I'm George Jefferson bald Look at 'em all running for cover, they panicking Frantically, they don't even stand a chance with me My plan's to be famous and get a bad bitch Maybe Casey Anthony'll marry me Then everybody gone die